He’d been rough… fucking rough, no dispute…
Was it rape? Well, the question was moot…
It was more of a dare…
She’d said “See if I care…
Do your worst, you big, dumb, fucking brute!”
Tag: limerick
Vlad
“Oh God! Get it away, please!” she wailed.
She crossed her legs, pleaded, but failed…
“God save me!” she prayed,
But soon, naked, legs splayed,
She’d been thoroughly, thickly impaled!
Slow on the uptake
The guy didn’t seem much of a threat…
Like, he’d not even touched her… not yet…
She, in fact, wouldn’t mind…
If he did so, he’d find,
That her pussy was already wet!
The dawning
When she woke, in the cold light of day,
She reflected, somewhat with dismay,
It may not have been wise,
To have fucked all those guys…
Such a slut! Well, what more could one say?
A spectacle
Funny thing was, she didn’t much care…
Let ’em think what they want, let ’em stare!
Laughing, just drunk enough
To not give a damn stuff…
Naked, lying there, legs in the air!
Wrong
It was just wrong, his having to spit,
Pushing, shoving to make his cock fit…
When her pussy’s right there,
So much nicer, you’d swear,
Than her arse, full of semen and shit!
Ruined
One would think, reputation besmirched,
Fallen woman, and ruined, unchurched,
She’d be upset, perhaps,
With the ne’er-do-well chap
On whose cock she was gleefully perched!
Dirty business
In a lane, at the back of the pub,
When he’d kissed her, she gave him a rub,
Then he’d hitched up her skirt,
Plunged it in… God, it hurt!
Cunt rubbed raw, she continued to scrub.
Prom queen
“F…f… fuck!… Fuck!” was all she could stammer.
Ball gown, limo, lost all their glamour…
Like real life porn…
The poor girl, she’d have sworn
That her cunt had been hit with a hammer!
Social niceties
“Well,” she said to him. “What will it be?
I can offer you coffee or tea…
We can sit and just chat,
About life and all that…
Or else fuck, if it’s left up to me!”